Page 20 of Santiago's Conquest (Four Dark Horsemen 1)

The four men march inside, in perfect sync with one another, wearing black suits along with an aura of dominance and complete power, and the word chaos comes to mind as if they destroy everything they touch. They are all tall, probably each one of them six foot three, which only adds to their almost unbearable presence.

Though that’s where their similarities end and differences begin.

I study them from left to right, starting with the last man.

His brown hair falls below his ears, his dark eyes subtly studying everything around him, yet you wouldn’t guess it if you didn’t pay enough attention to him. His muscled body looks almost out of place in a suit, reminding everyone he came from rags, and whatever he has, he got it with blood and sweat.

And the help of his friends, of course.

Remi Reyes.

Shifting my attention to the next one, I blink at how half his head is shaved with the rest falling over the side of his face, covering an angry long scar on his cheek. His cold stare has the power to awaken the dead to do as he says. A barbarian trapped in a suit whose ripped body is ready to erupt from it at any moment.

A stepson to an oil magnate who, according to rumors, hated him with a passion and gave him the scar everyone shies away from looking at.

Octavius Reed.

I slide my gaze to the next one, one of the most handsome men I’ve ever seen, his blond hair glistening under the light, and his bright green eyes make me think of the clearest of emeralds. Compared to most of them, he’s on the leaner side, the clothes and the atmosphere fitting him like a glove, while the wicked smile on his mouth could charm any willing woman out of her panties in record time.

After all, his manwhore ways are legendary.

Belonging to the exclusive jewelry makers dynasty whose pieces are displayed all over the world and cost a fortune, he is considered one of the rare ones who got his great-grandfather’s talents.

Florian Price.

Finally, inwardly gasping for breath, I move my eyes to the last man, already knowing how my heart will speed its beating the minute his full male beauty comes into view.

After all, I always have this reaction from the various pictures in the magazines I’ve seen of him, so real life shouldn’t be any different.

Except it’s nothing I could have prepared for.

The air hitches in my throat when I get hit so hard with the impact of his presence I can barely stand straight, but still I glue my gaze to him, not missing any small detail about him.

His dark hair accentuates his tan skin and emphasizes the high cheekbones that only bring attention to the perfect symmetry that is his face.

His mouth with full lips curves into a smile, yet compared to Florian’s, it almost serves as a warning to whoever wants to come close to be ready to face the outcome of their decision.

The white shirt under his black suit has several top buttons open, showcasing the tattoos on his neck and chest, while his muscled yet lean body almost tempts any female in close proximity to discover what hides behind the V of his neckline.

Everything about him is stunning from his darkish, gorgeous charisma to the dangerous energy surrounding him wherever he goes, promising a life full of secrets he’ll never share with anyone.

However, the most piercing part of his looks is his blue-as-the-ocean eyes that are so beautiful I wonder if he’s wearing contact lenses, because I’ve never seen such a pure color on anyone.

His eyes scan the space for a glimpse of something, and part of me almost wishes to be on the receiving end of their gaze, imagining what it feels like when you’re the center of their attention.

Do they hold wicked promises as all his photos do?

Or do they have fury in them, blazing so hard one should step back and not get burned?

I’ve collected so many pictures of him, wanting to recreate his beauty in my statues but always failing, because only God himself could have made him.

Santiago Cortez.

The man of my dreams, if only I dared to dream about him.

Three heirs to different thrones and one self-made king.

Each powerful on their own, however their true strength lies in their unity, as their combined worth allows them to be invincible to anyone and anything.

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